Today

Because Margaret Atwood and Stephen King told me  that I have to write every day in order to "be a writer", I'm going to write about nothing.  Here it goes:

The following is a list of what I did today:

• I woke up, laid in bed, watched The Office, made some breakfast (which I ate in bed), and snuggled with the cat.
• I vacuumed some spaces.
• I read DJ Trump's new tweets (idiot).
• I went grocery shopping (which I do not like).
• I drank some champagne (to celebrate ... nothing).
• I read a bunch of The Power (an amazing book).
• I went outside and looked at the snow (several times).
• I cleaned the litter box (enthralling stuff).
• I washed my clothes (which are still in the dryer, because I don't want to put them away).
• I took Step One of bringing a (mostly dead) bamboo plant back to life.
• I stared at the wall for a while (not kidding).
• I thought about doing a handful of things (which I did not do).
• I watched Margaret Atwood's Master Class online (in no particular order).
• I thought about my thoughts (several times - none of which was particularly insightful).
• I sat down at the piano (played like four notes and then got up).
• I graded some quizzes (then didn't care enough to post the grades online).
• I just put a frozen lasagna in the oven (and I'm hoping I can stay awake long enough to hear the timer go off).
• IT'S 4:30 IN THE AFTERNOON!!

That about sums it up.  I can't decide if I'm the most boring person alive, or if suburban living has completely eaten my creative brain, or if the trivial things I'm doing are what some people would call "peaceful".  

Whatever.